Younger…

I’m watching a TV series called “Younger“, and I am rather enjoying it – but it has got me thinking too…

In a nutshell, Liza is a recently divorced 40-year old mother, her teenage daughter is studying abroad, and Liza has to figure out a way to support herself and her daughter since her ex-husband’s gambling addiction has left them in a financial hole – losing all their savings and their house. She tries to get a job in publishing, but is dismissed due to her age. On a night out with her best friend, she is mistaken for a “millennial”, so her BFF comes up with the idea of giving Liza a makeover in order to pass her off as a 26-year old. Ultimately, she becomes an assistant at a publishing firm, she befriends a 20-something co-worker, gets a hot a 26-year-old tattoo artist boyfriend, and has to quickly learn the ins and outs of social media, age appropriate slang, and how to party all night…
Granted, Liza has a lovely figure, small boobs, and has obviously followed a strict facial cleansing regime like her mother told her to when she was 12. 😛

Unless I lose 35kg, dye my hair, and botox my hands, there’s no WAY I could pass for 26… But watching the show has had me wonder what I would do if it were possible – to go back to being 20-something, as a 40-something woman.

When I celebrated my 26th birthday, I was a working single mom to an almost 8-year-old boy.
I fell pregnant at 17, so by the time I was legally permitted to drink and party, I had to organise a baby sitter in order to do so (my folks were fabulous with that), I partied quite a lot with my girlfriends, but it certainly wasn’t every night – or even every week.
I didn’t go to varsity. I didn’t take spontaneous trips with no idea of my destination. I took my son with me when I went out as much as I could. I tried to avoid a hangover unless I knew he was staying somewhere overnight. Partying all night wasn’t an option. I never took men home with me, or let them meet my son unless we were actually “involved”.

I was always conscious of the fact that I had a little boy depending on me. He was my life.

It might be fun to be younger for a little while, to experience being young, free, and single…

Would you consider it?

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Wife, mom, cake artist, Guide Dog puppy raiser, ADHD champion, wedding planner, and tattooed cat slave.
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